Against the Night

Hold on to these words,

I'd like to think that they may offer

Some protection,

Against the night.

Against the night,

Your life can feel transparent,

A reflection,

A trick of light.

So when sleep just won't come,

And you've got no occupation,

But nibbling at the fruit

Of the melancholy tree,

Just hold on to these words,

Hold on to me.

Just hold on to these words,

They're the best I've got to offer

At the moment,

As a lullaby.

As a lullaby,

You can lay down by the tracks

And feel the world

Slip by.